Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.
Two men. Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Brothers? One is nothing, success or failure depends on two.
A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.
As a family struggles to survive in rural isolation during the Great Depression, their daughter's se...
I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.
On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.
Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).
Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.
(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as ch...
Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in ...
Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.
Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.
From a small cabin in the mountains of New York, Nina Breeder and Massimilian Breeder begin a journe...
1 minute experimental film.
Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.
Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.
Shot in the abandoned buildings of Gary, Indiana and the cornfields of Western Illinois, The Twenty-...
A psychedelic montage of home movie footage gives way to a silent western story.
The Dead Man returns, but it's too late to save us. We are already dead.